irl Scouts and we have nearly forty boys. Of course things look
neater and more picturesque here, with girls one expects this. Our
problem is different. I have an idea we have more discipline and do
more hard work."

Tory Drew looked annoyed.

Dorothy McClain took up the defense.

"I am not so sure of the work and the discipline, Don. We do
everything at our camp, the cooking, washing and cleaning. We have
been pretending that we were members of Penelope's household. If you
have never read the 'Odyssey' you won't know what I am talking about.
Joan Peters we sometimes call Penelope. She is everlastingly at her
weaving, but does not unravel her web at night that she has woven in
the daytime. She is not troubled by Penelope's importunate suitors.
Tory at present is the Princess Nausicaa, the daughter of the King
Alcinous, who conducts the family washing as a part of her work. I
won't bore you with all our distinguished titles.

"As for discipline! I don't mean to be rude and I am glad you did not
wish your Troop of Scouts to descend upon us like a band of Indians on
a group of pioneer women. Still, I would scarcely be proud of such
discipline."

"See here, Dorothy, what is the use? You know you are reflecting upon
me, not upon old Don. But with my well-known amiability I forgive you.
Whose idea was it that you pretend to be Greek heroines as well as
American Girl Scouts?" Lance inquired in the tone that nearly always
brought peace.

"Oh, we have not gone into the idea seriously," Joan Peters returned.
Her head was bent over the square frame she held in her lap, her
fingers busy with the strands of flax. "Miss Frean comes to camp every
few evenings and reads aloud to us. She insists that we are too
frivolous in our own summer reading and wishes to read us something we
ought to remember."

Joan Peters liked Lance McClain. She was a great reader and perhaps
because of his more delicate health Lance did not feel the same scorn
of books that Donald affected.

With a swift movement Tory arose suddenly. Apparently she forgot the
group of friends close about her. She clasped her hands tightly
together, her eyes suddenly looked larger and darker, her lips
twitched.

The Girl Scouts of the Eagle's Wing had chosen silver and gold as
their camp colors.

Near the spot where Tory was standing lay two canoes. One was golden
in color with an eagle's wing in silver on the bow, the other the
opposite color scheme. Tory's own